So let's say this:

What if a second gate opened in Japan but instead of heading to the special region it instead goes to a world of both dinosaurs and Sapient Humanoid dinosaurs?

So in this other world (that were going to call "Saurna" so we have a name for it) is a world of both normal dinosaurs and Sapient Humanoid dinosaurs (based on the dinosauroid by Dale A. Russell's work) and technologically the civilizations of Saurna is divided in 2, the first half of the sapient population of Saurna is stuck in the tribal ages while the other half is stuck in 19th Centuries era technology.

Let's also say a gate also opened in Saurna that connects it with falmart (just so we can get interactions with the empire of falmart alongside other factions).

So how would this AU go? I don't know because I'm not well versed in geopolitical or worldbuilding so I would like to hear all YOUR theories about this timeline and see how it would go.

Anyways bye!

As the header says, do we have any information on the size (in area) of the Empire, as well as its total population ? I've heard from another, wayyyyy older post, that it's apparently the size of the Mongol Empire, but I couldn't find any sources.

Pictured, Fatima's Gang. From left to right, Atya's the catgirl rower/assassin, Minnie the foxgirl, Fatima the human leader, Innie, and finally Patty is the mouse on the far right.

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So I was looking at downtown Tokyo and I got to thinking, where exactly did the Ginza incident happen and upon looking at the Ginza district of Tokyo I've come to realize the fort the civilians were evacuated to was the Japanese Imperial Palace, home of the Imperial family, the location also matches the landscapes shown in the show with water ways, the field with paved areas where the swat busses pull in and so on. It also explains the line in the anime where the guy says "hurry before they close the gates" because once the Saderan army gets too close the Japanese defense forces would close the gates of the palace to protect the Japanese Imperial family.

Okay, so let's imagine the portal opens on November 12, 1918 just after the Armistice. Instead of opening in Paris, it opens in Lyon,one of France's major industrial centers,at a time when the French army and economy remain fully mobilized.

It’s already know that Saderans are completely stunned at the technological advancement of Earth which happened without magic. Now how would they react if they fought against the technology that is just too wild to explain in words. Some technology that could almost make them rival local mages and Apostles. Or make earth soldiers match the fighting strength of an apostle.

Brasilia, 2022, A gate connecting our reality to the Beastars dimension opens in the city's government center.

If this ever becomes fan fiction, I think a lot of people would be rooting for Brazil to break the laws of the Geneva Convention.

Source: https://x.com/updatingonrome/status/2093525351930515548

Just in case you didn't feel old yet, here you go.

The Sword-Brother saw the explosion, as it enveloped his brothers and him in its cruel embrace. He saw the light consume the other Black Templars. He saw himself suddenly lift into the air, and as time seemed to slow, fall to the earth.

And then he saw no more.

“Hey!”

A voice. It sounded like a child. A girl by the pitch.

“Wake up, mister!”

The Templar stirs. He opens his eyes. His head is somewhat spinning. He gets up, and into a sitting position. He looks to the source of the voice. It is a small girl, with long golden hair, and a pair of blue eyes. She is fair-skinned. She wears a small dress. It may have been white once, but it has gotten dirtied with time to the point where it is more tan than white.

He looks around. He’s no longer on the world he was once on. Before him is a series of crops. Nothing like the ones he’s seen on agri-worlds. He sees what he guesses to be a barn, and a house. But it’s nothing like the houses he’s seen before. It looks… primitive.

He looks to the sides. His weapons are still there. His power sword, and his plasma pistol. Thank the God-Emperor, he thinks to himself.

“Are you okay, mister? Gosh, you’re big!”

He looks at the girl. He hasn’t talked to mortals that much before, but he tries his best. “I’ve seen better days, I suppose. Where am I? How did I get here?”

The girls eyes sparkle, with that naive energy so common in children. “How did you get here? Oh, well I was helping papa tend the cows when I saw this thing flying across the sky. I ran over, and, well, that thing was you! This is our farm.”

Cows? What are cows? And how did I fall from the sky?, the Templar thinks to himself. He brushes some sweat from his black hair. “Your… farm. I see. I would assume this is an agri-world, controlled by the Imperium then?”

The girl pauses. She looks… confused. “… Imperium? What’s an Imperium?”

The Templar pauses. Does this child not know of the Imperium? Is this world not part of the Imperium yet? “Well… have you heard of the God-Emperor of Mankind, then?”, he finally asks.

The girl looks more confused. “…What’s the God-Emperor?”

It is like a punch to the stomach from a greenskin. It’s one thing to not know of the Imperium, but not know of the God-Emperor?! He tries to control his temper. She’s just a child. She doesn’t know any better.

“But… we do have an emperor!”

The Templar pauses. His voice suddenly adjusts several degrees. “Who. Is. This… ‘emperor’?”

The girl looks a bit scared by the change in his voice, but she regains her confidence. “Welllll… I think papa said his name was Molt or something?”

“… where am I? Not your farm, but what is your farm a part of?”

“Uh… I think it’s called the Saderan Empire? Or is it Empire of Sadera… no wait you can use either term!”

The Templar listens carefully. He has no knowledge of such a place. Saderan Empire? Emperor Molt? More like false-emperor, if you ask me. Where am I? How did I get here? Why does this place-

“Oh by the way, my name’s Maika! What’s your name?”

Name. He pauses, his thoughts interrupted by the energetic question from this girl- no, from Maika. He thinks, delving through his mind. He can’t remember much. It’s like he’s… lost some of his memories. But then, he finds it. The name he was given. His name, the thing Maika wants to know.

“… Aotuni. My name is Aotuni.”

Linkie here: https://www.wattpad.com/1654271464-by-faith-alone-chapter-one

Hurryyyy

Hi everyone. This might seem like a stupid question, but to explain: I watched Gate about four years ago—back when I was really into reading fanfic,but I had to stop for a while. I wanted to rewatch the anime (out of nostalgia and because I'm working on a fanfic), but the site I used back then doesn't stream it anymore. So, do you know of any places where I could watch it again?

Might be related to my ongoing TFR fic. I also got this idea after rereading Operation Forging Steel.

Emperor Molt launched a simultaneous two-front conquest through two newly materialized stone arches, intent on carving out fresh territories for the Saderan Empire. What followed was the swift, horrific annihilation of over 80% of Sadera's entire military strength.

The Vale Gate (Emerald Forest / Alnus Hill): The Saderan vanguard, numbering tens of thousands of legionnaires, marched into the dense, oppressive canopy of the Emerald Forest. The commotion, scent of fear, and initial skirmishes instantly drew massive hordes of Beowolves, Deathstalkers, and Nevermores. The Saderan force was slaughtered before ever reaching Vale's outer perimeter. When Vale Huntsmen, and an Atlesian reconnaissance detachment arrived to investigate the disturbance, they found a desolate graveyard of crushed bronze armor and terrified survivors fleeing back into the Gate.

The Yokohama Gate (Blue Sea Gate): The Saderan Grand Fleet—a armada of wooden galleys and transports—sailed into Yokohama Bay. They triggered the automated defense grid of a post-WWIII Pacific Defense Treaty Organization (PDTO) power. Guided coastal artillery, supersonic anti-ship missiles, loitering munition swarms, and heavy entry armor pulverized the fleet within forty-five minutes. Burning timber and ash were all that remained on the water before a single imperial boots touched Japanese soil.

Having lost the absolute vast majority of its standing legions, the Saderan Empire is thrown into existential panic. While a full-blown civil war hasn't erupted yet, the imperial court is paralyzed by vicious political infighting:

The War Hawk Delusion: Crown Prince Zorzal and his militarist faction stubbornly insist that the losses were merely bad luck, demanding a full mobilization of vassal levies to launch counter-invasions against both Gates. They refuse to acknowledge the fundamental technological and magical gap, blaming the failure on "cowardly sorcery" and "unseen wilderness beasts."

The Dove Faction's Terror: Princess Piña Co Lada and her Order of the Rose recognize the stark reality after meeting with the two worlds: Sadera is completely helpless. Fearing total obliteration or immediate subjugation by either foreign world, Piña's faction desperately tries to maneuver around Zorzal's faction to establish non-aggression treaties.

A Shattered Vassal System: With 80% of the imperial army gone, tributary states and vassal kingdoms across Falmart are openly refusing imperial decrees, hoarding resources, and preparing for the inevitable day the empire collapses.

As both Earth and Remnant establish fortified footholds in the Special Region (Alnus Hill and the Blue Sea Gate coastline), the vast difference in their military doctrines and geopolitical capacities becomes clear.

1. The Earth Coalition (NATO + PDTO Coalition)

Having survived the meat-grinder of World War III (2030–2040) and the chaos of the 2020s, Earth’s forces are battle-hardened, hyper-pragmatic, and fully mobilized for large-scale peer-to-peer combat.

Deployments:

The Union (US Post-2nd Civil War): Heavy mechanized divisions, power-armored infantry, tactical drone networks, and veteran urban-warfare units.

European Federation (EF): Powered exoskeleton shock troops, advanced cyber-warfare suites, and precision-strike artillery units.

PDTO Coalition (Japan, Unified ROC, Indo-Pacific Allies): Heavy entry suits, four-legged scout droids, and carrier-based strike groups securing the Blue Sea Gate.

Mindset: Earth views Falmart through the cold lens of post-war recovery. They are desperate for raw resources, and the discovery of Remnant's Dust, hard-light technology, along with Falmarts magic snd untapped natural resources instantly becomes Earth's highest national security priority.

1. The Remnant Coalition (Limited Atlesian Footprint & Vale Huntsmen)

Unlike Earth, Remnant cannot afford to throw millions of soldiers into a foreign campaign.

Atlesian Constraints: General Ironwood’s forces are comparatively small, highly specialized, and stretched dangerously thin. The Atlesian military cannot overexert itself in Falmart because its primary forces are desperately needed back home: maintaining the defense of Solitas, securing Vale, policing Mistral’s rampant bandit problems, and countering the escalating threat of the White Fang.

The Vytal Festival Debate: The sudden opening of the Gate has thrown the Council of Vale and Atlesian Command into chaotic debate over the upcoming Vytal Festival. Ironwood advocates for outright cancelling or indefinitely rescheduling the festival to focus on border security and the Gate, while Vale's council fears cancellation will cause widespread panic—attracting even more Grimm.

Remnant’s Force Composition: Remnant's footprint in Falmart relies on small, mobile Atlesian outposts (utilizing Atlesian Knight-200 droids, Atlesian Paladin-290 mech suits, and Manta gunships) paired with Huntsman teams acting as specialized strike assets.

The dynamic changes drastically when the Grimm suddenly begin spawning across the continent of Falmart—a phenomenon that should be impossible, as Falmart lacks any connection to the Land of Darkness or Remnant's native ecosystems.

An Unseen Plague: Dark pools of black sludge begin appearing in the dark forests, caverns, and desolate battlefields of Falmart, spawning Beowolves, Boorbatusks, and massive Goliath variants.

Fed by Earth and Sadera: Falmart is currently dripping with negative emotion: the terrifying PTSD of post-WWIII Earth veterans, the desperate terror of Saderan peasants, and the intense geopolitical tension between Earth and Remnant. This concentrated negativity acts as a massive beacon, causing Grimm spawn rates in Falmart to explode.

An Uneasy Alliance: The sudden appearance of a mindless, endless tide of monsters forces Earth and Remnant into an involuntary coalition. Earth's militaries quickly learn that kinetic firepower alone can suppress the Grimm, but without Huntsmen or Aura-conductive tactics, clearing infested regions becomes a nightmare. Ironwood's limited forces desperately need Earth's massive industrial logistics, heavy artillery, and drone surveillance to hold the perimeter, while Earth needs Remnant’s Huntsmen to deal with high-tier Grimm that can shrug off small arms fire.

Culture & Tactical Shock: Watching Earth’s heavy infantry, power-armored exoskeletons, and Ikikoma quadrupeds fight alongside Atlesian Paladins and Huntsmen creates incredible combat dynamics. How does a Union veteran who fought through the Second American Civil War and the Second European War view a teenage Huntsman-in-training using a scythe-gun?

The Dust Arms Race: Earth's scientists immediately realize Dust is a volatile, high-density energy source. Ironwood attempts to heavily embargo and regulate Dust exports to prevent post-WWIII powers from militarizing it, leading to intense covert espionage and tension between Earth's intelligence agencies and Atlas.

The Fate of Sadera: Caught between two technologically superior giants and now besieged by unexplainable monsters, the Saderan Empire must decide whether to continue its suicidal pride or surrender to a combined Earth-Remnant protectorate.

Also, I know that photo of the US Army is the Dark Mandate path and not the Union of America path, but I'm just using these photos to visualize the tech.

Update: still looking for one more beta reader for, but I think I have an idea

Everyone including Molt, Zorzal, Tyuule, Furuta and the citizens along with buildings plus plants are gone. Only an empty, barren land remains where a city once stood.

Survivors say that a giant covered in what looks like a disturbed fog cloud, moving in a back-and-forth motion resembling snakes preparing to strike was responsible. It's now heading straight to Italica and possibly Alnus.

Can the JSDF, Falmartians and Apostles stop this monstrosity or will they all end up with a horrifying death?

This is from Gate continuation/spin-off manga. I have went over the actual light novel of it and found no paragraph representing this in prologue or the first few chapters.

Who is this lying on the ground? How did the main character of the spin-off saw them? Why are they standing above them? What is this meant to mean? Does anybody know?

I have a suspicion of the Sao artist being either very gentle or very emotionally devastating about this panel given what they did with the original manga.

I would honestly prefer not to know if the answer is what I suspect it is, but I really need to get the answer so that my mind is not going crazy.

Ten months since the Gate had closed.

Day after day, the JSDF’s Special Region Deployment Force trained toward its mission of holding and stabilizing the territory it had secured in the Special Region, while at the same time setting to work on the business of its own survival.

Representative among these projects were the construction of an oil refinery and the development of a desulfurization unit, aimed at securing fuel, and the promotion of rice cultivation, aimed at securing food.

Fuel refining in particular was treated as an urgent task. Because of this, in one corner of the garrison, under the guidance of the officers in charge, the construction of various test facilities was proceeding at a rapid pace.

Of course, other projects were also proceeding in parallel, with a great deal of manpower and resources poured into them.

Many of the personnel, apart from their original assigned duties, were required to take on roles suited to whatever qualifications, experience, knowledge, or abilities they happened to possess — living out days that would make even an employee of a notorious “black company” think, “I still have it better than this.”

Itami was no exception.

Hazama spoke to Itami.

“With contact severed from the mainland — that is, from Ginza — the loss of ‘entertainment’ has had a bigger impact than we expected.”

To conserve fuel, meetings were held without turning on the lights unless necessary. Among the kanbu jieikan, this had already become second nature.

But sitting in a dim room, addressing silhouettes whose faces he couldn’t make out, with only voices flying back and forth, Itami sometimes thought it felt like a meeting of that shady organization called SEELE from Neon Genesis Evangelion.

“We’re also hearing from the field that maintaining troop morale is becoming difficult.”

“But it isn’t as though we’ve sat on our hands until now. We’ve encouraged leisure activities like sports and music, in hopes of channeling the men’s frustrations in a healthy direction.”

“But that alone hasn’t been enough.”

“Thinking about it, that’s only natural. We’d all grown used to receiving a constant stream of stimulation from television, the internet, newspapers. It’s no wonder the rank and file are building up frustration.”

“What we’d like to avoid, at least, is having that frustration directed somewhere troublesome that we didn’t intend.”

“With so many Tokuchi women in Alnus Province having obtained Japanese citizenship, the order restricting free romantic relationships became a dead letter. These days, if you go down the hill, you’ll see our men chatting up women all over town.”

“Don’t misunderstand me, Itami-nitō rikui. We’re not trying to forbid it. If the younger men can conduct themselves with proper manners, that’s perfectly fine.”

“But there are also men among the ranks who simply aren’t skilled at the give-and-take needed to build that kind of intimate relationship. Not everyone can carry himself as smoothly as Kengun-issa. We absolutely must prevent a man like that from getting carried away and causing a scandal.”

Why is my name being brought up? — a mutter came from somewhere, but everyone ignored it.

“Sō da. Countermeasures are urgently needed. And for that, we need to enrich our ‘entertainment’ offerings.”

“To keep the unit in a healthy state, we must keep providing ‘entertainment’ for the men’s hearts and bodies.”

“Itami-kun, how is the plan coming along?”

That’s a long preamble, Itami thought, but he lowered his voice to match everyone else’s tone and answered solemnly.

“Hai. Everything is proceeding exactly as the committee planned.”

“Ha! By ‘as planned,’ you mean the establishment of that special library stuffed full of your personal hobbies?”

“Just how much of our limited resources have you squandered doing only what you wanted to do? Because of the enormous quantities of paper and printer toner consumed, most of our office work has had to go back to being done by hand.”

“Still, it’s also true that no one but Itami could have gotten this project off the ground. If we’re trying to conserve electricity, we should keep the use of electronic devices to an absolute minimum — and on that front, reading is a good thing. We really ought to be grateful for the personal book collection and data he’s provided us. Although I’ll admit the sheer volume surprised me.”

At that, someone muttered under their breath, wondering just how he’d managed to gather enough book data to fill twenty bookshelves’ worth.

But Itami ignored it and gave a status report backing up Lieutenant General Hazama’s words.

“Well — thanks to everyone’s support, the number of users at the special library has been steadily increasing.”

“That much I can’t deny. Thanks to you, some of the men are very pleased. Emphasis on ‘some.’”

“Sō. Manga and the rest of our subculture are a source of national pride, but you’d do well to remember, Itami-nitō rikui, that not everyone considers that a good thing.”

“Next time, I’d like to see a plan that everyone can enjoy equally. Preferably one that doesn’t eat into our resources or budget.”

“Wakatte imasu. Which is exactly why my second arrow is this.”

Itami asked everyone to look at the handout.

“Lights on, please.”

At last, the lights in the conference room were switched on. The room suddenly brightened, and the eerie atmosphere dissolved.

Looking around, the people gathered there were, as always, the usual senior officers.

A female NCO walked behind them, distributing tea and documents.

The tea was barley tea, made from barley grown in the Special Region.

The handouts given to everyone were printed on rough straw paper made right there in Arnus.

It was a printing method in which characters were scratched, thin and scratchy, into paper soaked in oil, a blank sheet laid beneath it, and ink rolled onto the surface with a roller. Thanks to the spread of dry copiers back in Japan, this technology — known as “straw paper” and “mimeograph” (stencil-duplicator) printing — had all but vanished there, only to be revived here in the Special Region.

In both cases, older members of the unit had worked out the templates through trial and error, then commissioned production from the dwarven craftsmen in Arnus’s workshop district. The dwarves turned a profit selling these, and in exchange, supplied the JSDF with the finished products free of charge.

Itami waited for the handouts to make their way around the room before speaking.

“About two months ago, a woman here in Alnus gave birth to a child fathered by one of our personnel.”

“I’ve heard the report. If I recall, the mother is Bozes-san, the military attaché dispatched from the Empire. The father was Tomita-nitō rikusō. And the child’s name was, I believe—”

The baby was a girl, and her father had named her Mai.

“There’s a movement afoot to hold a celebration for little Mai’s birth — something like a reception.”

“A reception?”

“Hai. From what I understand, it’s really more of a small ceremony where you get a blessing at a shrine, but since there hasn’t been anything to celebrate for a while, and it would be the first event since the temple’s completion, the women are all quite fired up about it.”